Aug 25, 2020
Today, the cashier asked “Are you okay?” After choking on my own spit, I somehow managed to croak “Yes, sorry, I’m here to pick up an order.”
What was really going on in my head: Yes. absolutely, I’m doing well! Sorry, I hope I didn’t do anything wrong? I was staring off into space wondering if I’m in the right line. I just left my house after a week and I’m feeling a little anxious. I hope you don’t think I’m odd. Well, I am.. but still, I feel bad that this awkward moment is happening. Sorry. DAMMIT. I’m never leaving my cave again. Just kidding. I need to buy hot cheetos.
- I think inside my head 99% of the time.
